February 23, 2005
Last night I had settled down with a brand new Paris Match. I have Manolo keep the ads in since they mostly feature women stricken with ennui. Anyway, I heard the unmistakable bass line to the first song on Piper at the Gates of Dawn. Not being a fan of any era of Pink Floyd, I went to the window only to get an eyefull of laser beam. One of the Ishii kids was having another pull-out-the-stops birthday party. Ishii gets this way before he reports. He once gave me a nine person Luau complete with a fire pit and a visit from Malibu's bravest when the pig fat got out of hand. I watched the laser show for a time and returned to my reading. I mention this because last night I had a dream in which everything that happened occured again, only Ishii was a French woman. It was pleasant.